nikola? I’ve noticed something.
@the-m2-mimic A completely unfamiliar voice muttered from behind her. Turning around, it just happened to be the Mimic trying on a new voice, possibly a persona of some kind as well. It had often chatted with the others as a sort of ‘practice,’ after all. But this particular one seemed more worried. Of course, M-2 can’t actually feel worry, but it must think this is something that would concern the Ringleader if it had decided to put on that particular mask.
have you seen them? The family that sometimes just… wanders into the circus, completely unafraid? The father with the cold gaze and the calculating look in his eyes, the young girl who seems more entranced than terrified of the performances, who walks up to the wax figures without a care in the world?
…I recognize them. I don’t know where the other two are, they’re the only o- o- ones I’ve seen so far, but, er…
Does the name ‘William Afton’ ring a bell?
Nikola took pause at the sudden intrusion, still as a statue before turning with a sigh to see what it is the Mimic had decided to bother them about today. Really, it couldn't bother to at least knock? Why, she hadn't even put a face on today- flesh or makeup- just bare, blank, empty plastic staring back at the inorganic recreation of 'eyes'. Well, blank plastic and the fragmented cracks reaching down from just above where its 'temple' would be; kept more for style than a lack of ability to fix it.
"However pressing it is, you should at least remember your manners, honestly! I have a door for a reason, believe it or not." It scolded, pointing a finger in a chastising manner before shaking its head and settling back down properly to listen. Best to hear it out, at least. Hopefully it wouldn't be anything major, she had been making great progress!
As the mimic explained, she listened from where she sat, continuing on with her sewing- an abundance of fabric spilled over its lap, hard to tell where it started or ended. The needle goes in and the needle comes out; in and out and in and out and in and out.
And there, break the thread and tie up the loose end, run their fingers along the stitching and make sure it reached her standard. When satisfied, she gave a little nod before turning their empty 'face' toward the mimic.
"'William Afton', hm?" She noted, as though testing the name. With a thoughtful hum, it adjusted the cuffs of her sleeves. Despite completely lacking any fatial features at the moment, she remained expressive in her speech, hands moving as they spoke. "Why- of course, I did try looking into your origins a little more after taking you in, you know? Or, well, robotics in general, to some extent. He was heavily involved in the animatronic industry, co-founder of Fazbear Entertainment. Some wonderful work, I must admit, truly some uncanny designs- it's a delight to look at! Though of course none seem to hold a bar to your degree of talent."
A thoughtful pause, tapping their 'chin'. "I might've had a glimpse at one of their locations, but we were much more focused on our own touring and performances up until recently…"
Her hand dropped, and her focus returned to the metallic monstrosity in front of her once more, unmoving as she questioned it in turn. "Why do you ask, exactly? You think he's been paying us visits?"
